Famously tagged as "fascist" in a review printed at the time of its 1978 release, does indeed showcase a band that does thrive upon its power, thrilling upon the hold that it has on its audience. That confidence, that self-intoxication, was hinted at on but it takes full flower here, and that assurance acts as a cohesive device, turning this into one of 's sleekest albums. Like its patchwork predecessor, also dabbles in a bunch of different sounds -- that's a perennial problem with , where the four songwriters were often pulling in different directions -- but it sounds bigger, heavier than , thanks to the mountains of guitars has layered all over this record. If has indulged himself, runs riot all over this album, infusing it with an absurdity that's hard to resist. This goofiness is apparent from the galloping overture and things only get a lot sillier from that point out, as the group sings the praises of and have an unspoken competition on who can overdub the most onto a particular track, while steers them toward their first song in the gloriously dumb But since over-the-top campiness has always been an attribute in , this kind of grand-scale exaggeration gives a sense of ridiculousness that makes it more fun than many of their other albums. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine